Wings to fly closer to your perfect blue world; pretending that there is an eternity in just to say a hello.
But always is late to put the feathers together again; Daedalus in the end owns only a white silence.
Since these days are holidays and father’s birthday was some days ago I visited my parents’ home. I took advantage to repair their computer and my brother’s laptop.
Father collects little crafts and I found quite funny this set, to have an idea of scale the metallic circle in the corner is the head of a nail:
We, in the Southern Hemisphere, are in Summer, so days are sunny, but as we are in the highlands the afternoons are rainy:
The fields of ichu in Juliaca are quite beautiful in these days. Sadly there was no time to go or a reason to justify a walk there.
In the night of Christmas there were some fireworks, but not so much. Father says that probably is due to economics, but I think it’s because the previous years the celebrations were so big that people is resting.
The previous year the fireworks were this way:
In home just father arrange something for Christmas, but just in memory of my grandmother, his mother, that died a few years ago. I always think in her, and I think she is the only kind Catholic that didn’t try to convert me to any religion. She always used to arrange a Nativity scene in December.
In our land there is chance for colors everywhere ;-)
And I found one of the old zampoñas or sikus. This is an Aymara instrument and it’s used to play sikuris. I don’t hear so much sikuris because when kid there wasn’t always electricity due to the war so my music was the wind across the pines or the ichu, the rain in the crystals and adobe walls or the hails in the roofs of calamine. Usually the music in the Andean Plateau (not Peruvian nor Bolivian because our culture is previous to those countries) is complicated and instead of fun it´s played with ceremonial or social goals (not my cup of tea), but, like the most interesting man in the world would say, I don’t always hear Andean music but when I do it’s sikuris :D
That sikus is broken, but it’s always relaxing play it. My brothers are better skilled in it, I just like to play scales. But I need to practice more. I recorded a bit the sound if you are interested: http://www.4shared.com/music/9dEQTaN8ba/Sikus.html Even there is a stray dog barfing that I need practice urgently! XD
I still know how to weaving with bare hands, but I’ve forgotten to do it with crochet. In Puno Region is common to see ladies weaving in the streets. This is an ushnu (ceremonial public temple) called Inca Uyu from the Inca Empire that ended like a touristic attraction in ruins.
This is another photograph from a bus in the highlands of the Andean Plateau. This time I used a Marumi polarizer because they can be very effective to reduce reflections. The only downside is that they block a bit of light and that is the reason you have to consider the best polarizers, so you can have better use of them in twilight or dawn.
A yellow ocean made of ichu under a thin atmosphere before the storm :-)
This is shot behind a window in a bus in movement, the reflection is due to the window but I’ve a secret to minimalize it, if you’re good kids I’m going to tell you about it ;-)